Saturday, August 22, 2009

The reel Ted Mosby..

(Ted: "What is that poser doing pretending to be me - AND
- possibly stealing the future mother of my children!?")

After seeing (500) Days of Summer again, I have come to a truly important revelation. Tom Hansen is the reel Ted Mosby.

Think about it. They're both wannabee architects. They both love to provide you with all the random trivia they know about buildings. They both ardently believe in L-O-V-E, even after they get their heartbroken. They both fall for brunette girls who are commitment-phobes, at least until they meet the right - and most likely blonde (see: Summer's rando light-haired hubby and Robin's new-found love Barney) guys. They both love indie music and can be rather snobby about it. They both have perfectly tousled brunet man-dos. They both have best buddies who got married to their first girlfriends (Marshall on HIMYM and Paul in (500) Days) . They both love the fine art of karaoke (Did you know it's Japanese for empty orchestra? Isn't that hauntingly beautiful?). They both have experience forging relationships via elevator shafts. And most importantly, they both look smashing in blazers.

Okay, so I may have gone a bit overboard with this whole comparison. But come to think of it, being the ridiculously introspective and analytical boys that they are, Ted and Tom would totally approve.

P.S. - Is anyone else hopelessly in love with (500) Days?

Mood Music: "Love Hurts" by Nazareth

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Jason Segel, I love YOU, man!


(Jason, I just wanna hold YOU.)

(I want to ride HIS bicycle..)

That's it. Jason, we're getting married. Right now. You can even bring your puppets. I don't care who's there. I just need to get my hands on your frecklelicious bod.

Mood Music: "Here Comes the Sun" by The Beatles

Thursday, August 13, 2009

I've gone Mad!

"Why yes, Don I will have another martini with you in this sketchy empty bar. I swear, I won't tell Betty.."

Mood Music: "Party in the U.S.A." - Miley Cyrus (I can't lie. I LOVE this song.)

Marky Mark's off the market (and I'm 13 again)..

(Marky and I get cosy between the sheets. Please take note
of the tag line: "Wild Man...Child-Man...100% Hot!" )

I still can't believe this man is officially off the market. My thirteen-year-old self is totally crushed.

But even though my childhood dreams of getting between Marky Mark and his Calvins have now become a definite impossibility, I still can't stop feeling good vibrations or sweet sensations for the man. Excuse me while I whip out my Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch video tape and trivia book (Yeah, me and Marky were that serious in Grade 7) and drool all over myself.

P.S. - Where was this shirt hiding when I was in middle school? This would have saved me so many hours of nervously looking for pics of Mark in sexually suggestive poses (Hey, I was curious. And even he was obsessed with his package. The man dedicated his biography to his dick. Seriously.)

P.P.S - I would just like to point out that my obsession with everyone's favourite white rapper wasn't even in the early 90s. I started requesting "Good Vibrations" at barmitvahs (I was successful once!), in like 2001. I was that cool.

Mood Music:
"Magic Dance" by David Bowie